3 SGA drabbles and 1 WaT drabble
First, the SGA
for lillian78 who wanted John/Rodney and this bit of dialogue “We really shouldn’t have done that.”
Second Thoughts
for fanfic100 prompt: Where? (44/100)
“We really shouldn’t have done that.” John was half-sprawled across the floor; his t-shirt rucked up to his armpits and his pants around his knees.
Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh, now you’re thinking rationally. That would have been nice, say, fifteen minutes ago.” He shifted up on his knees and peered out from behind the desk, ducking back when he heard voices echoing across the gateroom. “And for god’s sake, zip your pants.”
John huffed, “You weren’t exactly putting up a fight, Rodney.”
Rodney stopped in the process of zipping his own pants to shoot John an irritated glare. “You know I don’t have any will power when you start with the dirty talking.”
John shifted over and slid his, eww sticky BDUs back over his hips. “All I said was let’s check out the view from Elizabeth’s office.”
“Yeah, well, it was the way you said it,” Rodney voice dropped, “and if I recall, what you actually said was, ‘I want you to bend me over Elizabeth’s desk and fuck me so hard I’ll feel it next week.’”
John smirked, “I always did have a way with words.”
Rodney felt his mouth twitch despite his best efforts to frown, “You know, of course, that I’ll never be able to sit across this desk and look Elizabeth in the eye again.”
John shrugged, “Something tells me you’ll get over it.” He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Rodney’s ear, “Did I ever tell you what I wanted to do to you on the conference room table?”
Rodney whimpered.
for trollsttroll who wanted Enzyme!Rodney stream of conscious
Wanted
for fanfic100 prompt: Too Much (45/100)
Despite his complaining, the enzyme really didn’t hit his system until the third day. Before it was only a dull buzz, a strange tickle at the back of his head that made his skin tingle. Everything was amplified, the sound of Ronon and Teyla arguing, Sheppard’s drawling voice as he tried to reason with Ford, Jace’s eager questions. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in the lab, and his hands were shaking too much to work on the dart, so he’d finally gone back to the dark room - cave, it’s a motherfucking cave - he was sharing with Sheppard.
He was hot suddenly, and he stripped out of his jacket and then his shoes and pants - too hot - before stretching out on the pallet. The blanket was rough against his skin, and he squirmed trying to get comfortable
Hot, too hot, Rodney was stripped down to his boxers and he still couldn’t get any relief. He wanted, face pressing against the rough blanket, images flickering through his mind too fast. He could hear Sheppard’s breathing in the darkness, steady inhale/exhale echoing against the cave walls. Rodney wanted. His hands curled into fists, fingernails digging in. Sheppard, right there, he’s right there, slept on, oblivious, and Rodney wanted.
He could almost taste it, what Sheppard’s skin would taste like. Sweat, dirt, Sheppard. He bit down on his bottom lip, licking at the blood. Rodney wanted and Sheppard was so close. His cock was hard against the thin cotton of his boxers, too hot hot for any other clothes. Hot like Sheppard’s mouth would be - Sheppard’s mouth around his cock, HIS COCK, lips stretched wide, red and swollen and Rodney wanted.
Sheppard shifted, awake in his sleep and Rodney could hear the sound of Sheppard’s skin bare skin sliding over the rough blanket. Could see it, Sheppard’s t-shirt rucked up until his belly was exposed, touch it, soft skin with a trail of black hair. Jut of Sheppard’s hip, bite it, pressing against those olive green boxer briefs. Rodney wanted, with the enzyme racing through his blood, just a touch. Drugged, excuse, and goddamnit, Rodney wanted.
For kellifer_fic who wanted John/Rodney and smuggled
Smuggled
for fanfic100 prompt: Taste (46/100)
“You cannot be serious.” Rodney had his hands on his hips and even from half-way across the room John could see the little vein in Rodney’s temple twitching. “What makes you think I, of all people--”
“Okay, okay, bad idea.” John held up his hand. “I surrender, no need to bitch at me until my ears bleed. Although, we could just…” his voice trailed off and he made a half-hearted motion with his hand.
Rodney shot him a withering look and crossed his arms across his chest. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll pass. Sharing was never my strong point.” He sniffed, “I’m sure there’s something else that will satisfy the Shaman.”
John rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and considered his options. “Look, the way I see it you can either give it up voluntarily or I’ll just have to take it.” He cocked his head to the side and took a step closer, face curving into a smile when Rodney took a step back. His voice dropped down into a near whisper, “Why don’t we do it the easy way for once?”
Rodney looked around wildly, calculating his odds. John was between him and the door and there was no way he was going to get around him. Finally he conceded defeat, his shoulders slumping as he watched John close the distance between them. “Sometimes I really hate you.”
John leaned in, his hand sliding across Rodney’s chest. “Keep telling yourself that.” He snagged the chocolate bar out of Rodney’s vest and pressed a quick kiss to Rodney’s mouth. “I’ll make it up to you.” His other hand brushed across the curve of Rodney’s ass.
“Yeah,” Rodney sighed, letting his hand trail down John’s stomach. “You will.”
and now the porny bit for smilla02 who wanted WaT D/M and nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses
Perceived
Danny slid his hands along Martin’s shoulders, letting his fingers trail down muscular arms to fasten over his wrists. He shifted over in the bed to lean forward and nuzzle at the back of Martin’s neck. When he felt him shiver underneath him, Danny let out a low laugh against pale skin.
“You look good like this,” he whispered as he placed Martin’s hands just where he wanted them, palms pressed down against the sheet on either side of his head. “All that pale skin spread out for me.” He felt him shiver again when his tongue licked a stripe across the base of his neck.
Danny pressed his hands against the back of Martin’s, silently asking him not to move them. Then Danny shifted again, on his knees now, nestling himself between Martin’s open legs. “I could touch you for days.” Danny could hear the rough edge in his own voice, his hands shaking as they drifted down Martin’s back, fingers exploring every inch. Martin’s body was solid, muscles like a road map of curve and line underneath the skin. “Before we got together, before I thought we could get together, I used to fantasize about this.” Danny leaned forward and pressed a kiss between Martin’s shoulder blades and then carefully licked a path down the center of his spine. He stopped at the small of Martin’s back, lifting his mouth just enough to talk. “I’d look at you in those ugly suits and I’d think about stripping you down and spreading you out,” he laughed again when Martin let out a low moan. “I’d lay right here in the bed and think about it.” Danny let one of his hands slide over the curve of Martin’s ass. “I’d touch myself and imagine it was your hands.”
Martin arched back at that, his ass pressing firmly against Danny’s palm. “You like that? You like thinking about me doing that?” Danny shifted his hips, letting Martin feel the press of his cock against his thigh. “I bet you do. I bet you did the same thing -- touched yourself and thought of me.” Danny bent back to lick a pattern against that broad back before moving lower and letting his tongue flick briefly across the cleft of Martin’s ass.
When Martin finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Come on, Danny. Just…”
He arched back again.
“Just what, Martin?” Danny knelt back, his hands sliding over Martin’s ass.
“Fuck me.” Martin ground out and Danny knew that Martin’s cheeks were burning, pale skin gone bright red against the pillow.
“Oh, I think that can be arranged.”
for lillian78 who wanted John/Rodney and this bit of dialogue “We really shouldn’t have done that.”
Second Thoughts
for fanfic100 prompt: Where? (44/100)
“We really shouldn’t have done that.” John was half-sprawled across the floor; his t-shirt rucked up to his armpits and his pants around his knees.
Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh, now you’re thinking rationally. That would have been nice, say, fifteen minutes ago.” He shifted up on his knees and peered out from behind the desk, ducking back when he heard voices echoing across the gateroom. “And for god’s sake, zip your pants.”
John huffed, “You weren’t exactly putting up a fight, Rodney.”
Rodney stopped in the process of zipping his own pants to shoot John an irritated glare. “You know I don’t have any will power when you start with the dirty talking.”
John shifted over and slid his, eww sticky BDUs back over his hips. “All I said was let’s check out the view from Elizabeth’s office.”
“Yeah, well, it was the way you said it,” Rodney voice dropped, “and if I recall, what you actually said was, ‘I want you to bend me over Elizabeth’s desk and fuck me so hard I’ll feel it next week.’”
John smirked, “I always did have a way with words.”
Rodney felt his mouth twitch despite his best efforts to frown, “You know, of course, that I’ll never be able to sit across this desk and look Elizabeth in the eye again.”
John shrugged, “Something tells me you’ll get over it.” He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Rodney’s ear, “Did I ever tell you what I wanted to do to you on the conference room table?”
Rodney whimpered.
for trollsttroll who wanted Enzyme!Rodney stream of conscious
Wanted
for fanfic100 prompt: Too Much (45/100)
Despite his complaining, the enzyme really didn’t hit his system until the third day. Before it was only a dull buzz, a strange tickle at the back of his head that made his skin tingle. Everything was amplified, the sound of Ronon and Teyla arguing, Sheppard’s drawling voice as he tried to reason with Ford, Jace’s eager questions. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in the lab, and his hands were shaking too much to work on the dart, so he’d finally gone back to the dark room - cave, it’s a motherfucking cave - he was sharing with Sheppard.
He was hot suddenly, and he stripped out of his jacket and then his shoes and pants - too hot - before stretching out on the pallet. The blanket was rough against his skin, and he squirmed trying to get comfortable
Hot, too hot, Rodney was stripped down to his boxers and he still couldn’t get any relief. He wanted, face pressing against the rough blanket, images flickering through his mind too fast. He could hear Sheppard’s breathing in the darkness, steady inhale/exhale echoing against the cave walls. Rodney wanted. His hands curled into fists, fingernails digging in. Sheppard, right there, he’s right there, slept on, oblivious, and Rodney wanted.
He could almost taste it, what Sheppard’s skin would taste like. Sweat, dirt, Sheppard. He bit down on his bottom lip, licking at the blood. Rodney wanted and Sheppard was so close. His cock was hard against the thin cotton of his boxers, too hot hot for any other clothes. Hot like Sheppard’s mouth would be - Sheppard’s mouth around his cock, HIS COCK, lips stretched wide, red and swollen and Rodney wanted.
Sheppard shifted, awake in his sleep and Rodney could hear the sound of Sheppard’s skin bare skin sliding over the rough blanket. Could see it, Sheppard’s t-shirt rucked up until his belly was exposed, touch it, soft skin with a trail of black hair. Jut of Sheppard’s hip, bite it, pressing against those olive green boxer briefs. Rodney wanted, with the enzyme racing through his blood, just a touch. Drugged, excuse, and goddamnit, Rodney wanted.
For kellifer_fic who wanted John/Rodney and smuggled
Smuggled
for fanfic100 prompt: Taste (46/100)
“You cannot be serious.” Rodney had his hands on his hips and even from half-way across the room John could see the little vein in Rodney’s temple twitching. “What makes you think I, of all people--”
“Okay, okay, bad idea.” John held up his hand. “I surrender, no need to bitch at me until my ears bleed. Although, we could just…” his voice trailed off and he made a half-hearted motion with his hand.
Rodney shot him a withering look and crossed his arms across his chest. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll pass. Sharing was never my strong point.” He sniffed, “I’m sure there’s something else that will satisfy the Shaman.”
John rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and considered his options. “Look, the way I see it you can either give it up voluntarily or I’ll just have to take it.” He cocked his head to the side and took a step closer, face curving into a smile when Rodney took a step back. His voice dropped down into a near whisper, “Why don’t we do it the easy way for once?”
Rodney looked around wildly, calculating his odds. John was between him and the door and there was no way he was going to get around him. Finally he conceded defeat, his shoulders slumping as he watched John close the distance between them. “Sometimes I really hate you.”
John leaned in, his hand sliding across Rodney’s chest. “Keep telling yourself that.” He snagged the chocolate bar out of Rodney’s vest and pressed a quick kiss to Rodney’s mouth. “I’ll make it up to you.” His other hand brushed across the curve of Rodney’s ass.
“Yeah,” Rodney sighed, letting his hand trail down John’s stomach. “You will.”
and now the porny bit for smilla02 who wanted WaT D/M and nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses
Perceived
Danny slid his hands along Martin’s shoulders, letting his fingers trail down muscular arms to fasten over his wrists. He shifted over in the bed to lean forward and nuzzle at the back of Martin’s neck. When he felt him shiver underneath him, Danny let out a low laugh against pale skin.
“You look good like this,” he whispered as he placed Martin’s hands just where he wanted them, palms pressed down against the sheet on either side of his head. “All that pale skin spread out for me.” He felt him shiver again when his tongue licked a stripe across the base of his neck.
Danny pressed his hands against the back of Martin’s, silently asking him not to move them. Then Danny shifted again, on his knees now, nestling himself between Martin’s open legs. “I could touch you for days.” Danny could hear the rough edge in his own voice, his hands shaking as they drifted down Martin’s back, fingers exploring every inch. Martin’s body was solid, muscles like a road map of curve and line underneath the skin. “Before we got together, before I thought we could get together, I used to fantasize about this.” Danny leaned forward and pressed a kiss between Martin’s shoulder blades and then carefully licked a path down the center of his spine. He stopped at the small of Martin’s back, lifting his mouth just enough to talk. “I’d look at you in those ugly suits and I’d think about stripping you down and spreading you out,” he laughed again when Martin let out a low moan. “I’d lay right here in the bed and think about it.” Danny let one of his hands slide over the curve of Martin’s ass. “I’d touch myself and imagine it was your hands.”
Martin arched back at that, his ass pressing firmly against Danny’s palm. “You like that? You like thinking about me doing that?” Danny shifted his hips, letting Martin feel the press of his cock against his thigh. “I bet you do. I bet you did the same thing -- touched yourself and thought of me.” Danny bent back to lick a pattern against that broad back before moving lower and letting his tongue flick briefly across the cleft of Martin’s ass.
When Martin finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Come on, Danny. Just…”
He arched back again.
“Just what, Martin?” Danny knelt back, his hands sliding over Martin’s ass.
“Fuck me.” Martin ground out and Danny knew that Martin’s cheeks were burning, pale skin gone bright red against the pillow.
“Oh, I think that can be arranged.”